| You tell me that your heart
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| He has suffered so much that
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| He does not have the illusion
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| to love again
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| that you have cried without consolation
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| That you can't find the reason
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| But I tell you the old thing happened, honey
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| What is coming is much better
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| You don't know that the moon doesn't stay alone
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| He rejoices in a sea of waves
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| And he tells the poppy
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| What is your sweetheart waiting for?
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| As the güira awaits tambora
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| That everything has its time
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| under the rising sun
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| Wait for your blessed love, it's worth being impatient
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| Oh no
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| Oh no
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| You ask me how I know
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| give you an explanation
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| But with good love
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| There is only, to believe
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| put on your happy face
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| Dress up with my song
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| And always remember the old happened, darling
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| What is coming is much better
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| You don't know that the moon doesn't stay alone
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| He rejoices in a sea of waves
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| And he tells the poppy
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| What is your sweetheart waiting for?
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| As the güira awaits tambora
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| That everything has its time
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| under the rising sun
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| Wait for your blessed love, it's worth being impatient
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| The sea surrounded by stars
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| The song of the palm trees
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| the laugh of the horizon
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| And the rain is all for you
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| The red of the cayennes
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| And the sky of beautiful clouds
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| were made for you
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| They're for you
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| Ojoye
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| He rejoices in a sea of waves
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| And he tells the poppy
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| What is your sweetheart waiting for?
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| As the güira awaits tambora
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| as drum
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| That everything has its time
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| I had'
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| under the rising sun
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| Wait for your blessed love, it's worth being impatient
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| Oh no
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| He rejoices in a sea of waves
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| And he tells the poppy
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| What is your sweetheart waiting for?
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| As the güira awaits tambora
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| That everything has its time
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| I had'
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| under the rising sun
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| Your blessed love is coming, it's no use being impatient
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| Oh no
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| He rejoices in a sea of waves
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| And he tells the poppy
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| What is your sweetheart waiting for?
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| As the güira awaits tambora
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| That everything has its time
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| under the rising sun
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| Your blessed love is coming, it's no use being impatient
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| Oh no
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| If it is a gift from the Lord
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| Be impatient oh no
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| If it is a gift from the Lord |